If I was consistent, dependable, and steady, would your frustration with me simply be replaced by boredom?
How would you react, if you knew that I loved a pill more than our conversations?
What would you do if I told you that I think about you night and day, but in only physical ways? Would you be ecstatic or devastated?
What if I wanted to go to Africa for a month, or Europe for a year, without a clue of what to do, would you think it crazy, or would that embody everything you love about me?
If I was everything you wanted and committed to being nothing less, would it be enough for you to do the same?
What if you knew about me all the things that I know about myself?
You look at me as if to say "I know what you're thinking, I know what you're about, I know what you try to hide." But the joke's on you; you don't know shit, you simply want me to think you do. If you did know, the look would be different. The faux-dominance...would it turn to pity, anger, or would you just go cold? Would your interest vaporize? I choose the game over truth, mostly because I dare not challenge your reality with mine.
As long as you are true to yourself, none of us can ask anything more from you, or think any less of you. You are perfectly you.
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